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Breathing mask, gloves and leather Stations of the Cross I've got no wings full of feathers Just my engines and a little sauce I never go up just for the money I never go half way You know, I always wanna do you, honey But I don't want to fade away It ain't no use, these test pilot blues A sunny day, boy, it sure do hurt Big bang sky, big bang dirt I've seen blue you've never seen And I've seen you from on high I've been places you've never been I waived but you did not reply It ain't no use, these test pilot blues A cloudy day, boy, it sure do hurt Big bang sky, big bang dirt |